Windpaw twitched his tail tip as he watched Darkpaw leave. Lucky. I never get to hang out with my mother anymore, and my mentor...I haven't seen Lilacsong in a few days.Stormstar 23:43, October 28, 2015 (UTC)

Redriver walked over to Windpaw. " You look bored. Like me to teach you a few battle moves? Or whatever youngsters like nowadays?"
Gryffindor 23:48, October 28, 2015 (UTC)

Lilacsong was at the edge of the territory, a small gust of wind ruffling her pelt. This is it, I'm going to go find my family...---- Windpaw shrugged. "I-I guess."Stormstar 23:50, October 28, 2015 (UTC)

Redcloud lifted his head when he saw Fernpaw, a little grey tabby, padding toward him. "Hey there, little one," he said, purring. He'd basically raised the little she-cat, with help from Scarletclaw. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶23:54, 10/28/2015

Fernpaw nodded politely her fur was sticking up as always. "Hi, Redcloud." She meowed quietly her green eyes were dull since she had just woken up. --Bluestar340

Scarletclaw rolled onto her back, her paws curled on her chest. "How's your training been going, furball?" she asked, twitching the tip of her tail. Redcloud bent his head again to lick his mate's cheek. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶00:04, 10/29/2015

Windpaw sent silent as he drifted off into thought. "...We were working on the half-turn belly rake."Stormstar 00:49, October 29, 2015 (UTC)

Guiding Darkpaw back to camp, her apprentice begging her for questions, Willowstar dropped her mouse on the prey pile. "Now, go rest." She flicked her tail at the apprentice's den. "Hey, son," she murmured, walking over to Windpaw. we'reunderneathathousandshiningstars 00:59, October 29, 2015 (UTC)

Windpaw frowned up at his mother. "Mom, I can't find Lilacsong, she's been gone for days!"Stormstar 01:02, October 29, 2015 (UTC)

Redriver opened her mouth to reply before deciding that it was a private conversation between mother and son. The tabby cat dipped her head and backed away, disappointed at not being able to teach Windpaw.
Gryffindor 01:06, October 29, 2015 (UTC)

"Days? I guess you'll need a new mentor." Willowstar placed her tail on her son's shoulder. "You'll like your new mentor." we'reunderneathathousandshiningstars 01:07, October 29, 2015 (UTC)

"Scarletclaw," Willowstar proceeded, "you've proven yourself a loyal warrior to this Clan, and I hope that you will teach Windpaw all that you know."
we'reunderneathathousandshiningstars 01:36, October 29, 2015 (UTC)

Scarletclaw turned her head to face the leader; her very first apprentice was the leader's son. "I'll do my best to pass on everything I can to Windpaw," the ginger and white molly said, remaining steady despite her intense surge of exhilaration. Though she'd be just finishing his training off, not training him from kithood to warriorhood, she couldn't be any more proud of herself. She stood up, squaring her shoulders a little, as she touched noses with Windpaw. "Don't you worry, Windpaw. We're gonna be great together, I can feel it." —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶02:26, 10/29/2015

Fernpaw watched Scarletclaw get her first apprentice and she purred softly. --Bluestar340

Windpaw pricked his ears before grinning at the ginger molly. "I agree! What'll we do first?"---- Pumapaw blinked in confusion as he felt a gaze burning into his pelt, so he turned to find Scorchflame, purring before waving his tail to his mentor.Stormstar 21:50, October 29, 2015 (UTC)

Redriver was now irritated at everything. I couldn't even get an apprentice!. The ginger tabby flattened her ears and stalked away. Mother and daughter were really not in a good mood today. Blaze

Scarletclaw tilted her head to the side, pausing to think. "Well, I haven't been a part of any of your training sessions - so let's go to the training hollow, so you can show me what you know already. After that, if you're up for it, I want to assess your hunting skills," the ginger tabby decided. Seeing as this was her first apprentice, she wanted to be on his good side - after all, she wanted to be one of the most respected warriors... Just in case the Clan ever needs a new deputy. She'd given it some thought - being leader seemed too far of a stretch, but deputy? Deputy seemed like an alright goal. She turned her thoughts back to the young tom in front of her. "Does that sound alright?" she asked. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶22:02, 10/29/2015

Ryewhisker sat grooming her pelt her eye on Pebblefrost. Since she'd joined she'd always had a crush on him. He was brave, cute, and sensitive. The mink molly purred her tail curling around her now clean paws. She stood up and headed over to talk to Pebblefrost. Ryewhisker smiled at the deputy. "Pebblefrost," she greeted, flirting quite obviously.— Ryewhisker 20:16, October 30, 2015 (UTC)

Windpaw listened to his new mentor's direction intensely, giving her a curt nod once she finished. "Sounds good, ma'am! Shall we head out now?" The silver tabby tom asked as he rose to his paws in a small stretch, arching his back before returning to a normal stance.---- Waspflight sunned himself.Stormstar 21:24, October 30, 2015 (UTC)

(Writing a new story in my spare time :D so excited! It's called "The Legend of Taivas Maan" I might change the name later, idk) Lionclaw was not happy. Things never happen the same way twice. 23:49, November 2, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker continued to talk to the deputy growing to like him quite a bit. "So what's your story?" She asked. Ryewhisker, however, had been abused as a kit before joining ScorchClan. She flattened her ears at the memory of her father, Squire, and how he'd killed her mother, Rose.— Ryewhisker 17:33, November 4, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker raised a "brow" and urged the tom on. "I have time." She purred.— Ryewhisker 15:29, November 5, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost smiled at the she-cat, becoming quite intrigued with her determination. "Well, I grew up with no father.. and my two littermates pretty much left to live on their own. My mother had passed away a few days later, and I was left to fend for myself. That's when I found ScorchClan and became deputy." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 15:39, November 5, 2015 (UTC)

"Come on." Smokeash led Coastkit and Alderkit over the border with FlameClan. They'd buried the kits' sister - Shorekit - at the border: Smokeash didn't want to see ScorchClan reacting to seeing a dead body of a kit in camp, let alone two other kits. --Themindisjustacomplicatedmachine 18:15, November 5, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker shifted her weight. "If it makes you feel any better. I have a horrible pasta s well."— Ryewhisker 14:31, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker shifted feeling tears coming to her eyes. "Well, I was born to two rogues. My dad, Squire, is quite abusive and killed my mother when I was young and right before I joined I'd always been abused." She whispered.— Ryewhisker 15:50, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost flattened his ears, feeling a pang of sympathy for the she-cat. "I'm sorry to hear that," He meowed, placing his tail on her shoulder comfortingly. "The past is in the past," He began, exhaling a heavy breath. "And hopefully, we can learn to forget what haunts us and just move on." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 15:53, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Ryehwisker knew that wasn't true and knew that someday Squire would find her and...She cut that thought off quickly. "Y-yeah." She murmrued.— Ryewhisker 16:28, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Ryehwisker thought for a minute crouching below Pebblefrost. The mink molly felt as though Squire had known where she was all along and would have a rogue attack the camp at any moment.— Ryewhisker 16:48, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Following the gray tom's orders she hid behind the deputy. Squire, however, laughed quite loudly. The darkly colored black tom grinned and snorted. "What a sweet mate you have Rye." He told his daughter. The scarred tabby tom stepped forward a bit and snickered in Pebble's face and dodged back seeing that the tom was getting quite angry.— Ryewhisker 17:15, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost swiped a paw into the air, missing Squire's face by a fox-length. "We aren't mates," He hissed, lowering himself to the ground. His neck fur bristling, he slid out his claws. "What do you want anyway? If you've come here to hurt her, you won't get very far." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 17:16, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker flinched when he said it quite visibly. Squire sniffed and laughed at Ryewhisker. "Rye, your still pathetic as the day you were born." He snarled dancing his way behind Pebblefrost and getting in the mink mollies face who crouched down in fear. Squire growled and snapped at Ryewhisker's ear tearing it. Ryehwisker whimpered in fear and scooted back. Squire danced back once more out of the deputies claws reach.— Ryewhisker 17:18, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

With a roar, Pebblefrost launched himself towards the battle-scarred tom. "Go back to camp, now," He ordered, beckoning his tail towards the path. "Get Willowstar and tell her that a rogue is tresspassing on our territory." Growling, he bit down on the tom's scruff, letting out a shriek of pain as he was thrown back. sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 17:19, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Squire threw the tom off immediately. "Really, Rye. You send this," he motioned towards the deputy. "At me. Your beloved mate." He chuckled. "I'll destroy both of you." The dark tom snarled and leaped at Pebblefrost as Ryehwisker took off and headed towards Willowstar in fear of Pebblefrost getting hurt. Squire, however, hoped he'd hurt the tom his daughter loved she didn't deserve happiness. Nobody did. He didn;t know love or happiness never had. Squire snapped at throat trying to kill the tom.— Ryewhisker 17:23, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost twitched his tail-tip in annoyance. "It's not my fault that you don't know what love is," He scowled, dodging the tom's heavy blow and falling backwards. Scrambling to his paws, he swiped a paw at his face once again, leaving a small scar below. "Get out of here," He demanded, thrashing his claws against the tom's flank threateningly. "Or I'll finish what I've started." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 17:26, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Squire hissed after landing another blow on the deputies check connecting the blow and raced off laughing. Ryewhisker, back in camp, was telling Willowstar a bit to fast about what she saw and sobbed.— Ryewhisker 17:28, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost spat out a small puddle of blood, and limped back to camp. Breathing heavily, he gazed up at Ryewhisker, his claws quenched in pain. "...I managed to chase him off," He murmered, letting out a raspy cough. "But I don't think he's going to give up... He sure as might come back." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 17:29, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker felt her shock setting in and began to tremble quite a bit. "Y-yeah i g-ggues s-s-so." SHe whispered her eyes still seeing Squire.— Ryewhisker 17:31, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhiker grabbed some cobwebs not wanting to wait for tipcloud and bounded to the tom that her father had called her mate. Her mate. Sadnes crept into the molly as she cleaned his wounds slowly.— Ryewhisker 17:44, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Ryehwikser smiled knowing he only thought f her as a friend. Maybe she'd ought to just give up on the idea of love. The mink quickly cleaned the fur around his wounds and stood back. She'd be okay as a medicine cat, but she hated just comitting to being a medicine cat and not being ble to love.— Ryewhisker 17:59, November 6, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost looked up at Ryehwhisker, his whiskers twitching. Slowly rising to his paws, he dipped his head to the she-cat. "Thanks again. Are you sure your okay?" Meanwhile, Cheetahspirit prowled through camp, Robinwing clutching at her side. sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 17:49, November 7, 2015 (UTC)

Cheetahspirit looked like she needed rescuing. Redriver didn't appreciate the nickname Red just yet, but put up with it for her own sake. She nodded to Cheetahspirit. " How are you?"
Gryffindor 18:46, November 7, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker nodded. "Yeah, fone." She replied flicking her mink tail and ears. The molly then looked towards Snailfrost whom was chatting with Fireface. The molly then turned back to Pebblefrost. "I'll go. You probably want to be alone.— Ryewhisker 21:15, November 7, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker looked shocked. Meanwhile, Lilysong sat grooming her pelt looking at Robinwong every once n a while. She'd had a crush ont eht om since kithood and surprisingly had never spoken to him.— Ryewhisker 21:27, November 7, 2015 (UTC)

Lilysong looked away quickly and stood quickly leaving camp. The molly knew nobody would ever like her and hoped maybe someday she could at least make friends. The brown tabby then headed towadrs the slope where she usually went everyday. Ryewhisker sniffed. "No, just surprised." She replied.— Ryewhisker 21:36, November 7, 2015 (UTC)

Lilysong walked back into camp after nearly thirty minutes of hunting with a bird, squirrel, and a vole. She usually caught more, but felt really weird lately. Ryewhisker nodded and turned into the warriors den.— Ryewhisker 14:05, November 9, 2015 (UTC)

(let'sjustsaythatsmokeashandhiskitscamebacksafelyandgotaccepted) Alderkit pawed at his father's muzzle. "Dad? Can we play mossball?" --Themindisjustacomplicatedmachine 07:26, November 10, 2015 (UTC)

Ryewhisker sniffed. She hadn't been able to sleep, but knew Pebblefrost would be sleeping quite soundly especially since he didn't know she was awake. The mink molly headed out of camp alertly hoping maybe she could hunt, but instead remebered the scene with Squire and Pebblefrost. Shivering, the molly headed towards the river and sat thinking. Lilysong, however, glanced up at Robinwing once she'd put her food down and sat curling up in her nest.— Ryewhisker 14:11, November 10, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost shifted slightly, his ears pricking as a slight breeze bristled through his thick gray fur. With a yawn, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, muffling and placing his paw over his head. Grunting, he rolled over on his nest, a voice coming into his mind. "The end to this land is coming, you and your two other clanmates, along with three from the other clans, shall follow the blue star at every night and dawn to the new land, the safe haven. Once you reach this home, you will look into the water and see the star shining directly above. Settle there or else..." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 21:18, November 10, 2015 (UTC)

Redcloud had settled in his nest for the night, with Scarletclaw curled up beside him. The nest was just large enough for the two of them to share it. He flicked his ear and yawned widely, making a mental note to expand the nest a bit. He rested his head on his paws and drifted to sleep. He slept without dreams for what seemed like just a few moments before a starry figure appeared before him. He'd never seen this cat in his life - which would make sense, considering he was being visited by StarClan.

He sat up tall before his ancestor, but quickly noticed the fear in the cat's eyes. As soon as the cat began speaking, Redcloud felt as if the breath was sucked from his lungs, and his blood replaced by late leaf-fall river water. "The end to this land is coming, you and your two other Clanmates, along with three from the each of other Clans, shall follow the blue star at every night and dawn to the new land, the safe haven. Once you reach this home, you will look into the water and see the star shining directly above. Settle there or else..." The cat sounded as if he'd swallowed the souls of Dark Forest warriors, and the urgency in his voice made Redcloud's heart nearly pound out of his chest. "The end to this land is coming..." the cat repeated.

The red tabby felt a paw stab his side. Redcloud's eyes snapped open. Scarletclaw was leaning over him, timidly prodding his side with her white paw. "Redcloud!" she hissed quietly when he opened his eyes. "Redcloud, you nearly gave me a heart attack! What in StarClan's name were you dreaming about?" she asked, her voice softening as she analyzed her mate's condition. Redcloud shook his head. "A StarClan cat... He told me the end to this land is coming... I've never been visited by a StarClan cat before. I need to tell Tipcloud and Willowstar, now," he whispered, his fur still standing on end. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶22:39, 11/10/2015

Blazefire eventually drifted off into a fuzzy black sleep. As soon as she closed her eyelids, she was aware of a presence at the corner of her conscience. In a state of half-awareness, she called out, unsheathing her claws. A cream-colored she-cat appeared at the corner of her vision, her blue eyes full of starlight. Before Blazefire could speak, the she-cat- the name Daisypetal flashed into her head- began to speak.
"The end to this land is coming, you and your two other clanmates, along with three from the other clans, shall follow the blue star at every night and dawn to the new land, the safe haven. Once you reach this home, you will look into the water and see the star shining directly above. Settle there or else..."
She faded and Blazefire awoke in terror.
Gryffindor 23:26, November 10, 2015 (UTC)

Redcloud and Scarletclaw looked over at the other two startled cats. The deputy was clearly shaken, and Blazefire was terrified. Redcloud looked at Scarletclaw; the two seemed to be thinking the same thing, especially considering the deputy is involved. "Did... You guys have a dream? The end to this land is coming?" Redcloud asked, in a hushed tone, so he didn't cause any of the sleeping warriors to stir. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶00:08, 11/11/2015

"I've never spoken to a StarClan cat before, Pebblefrost, and never did I think they'd approach me. I've little talent for deciphering prophecies and other vague messages. Rather glad I'll never have a shot as leader," Redcloud rambled. He was still in a bit of shock, and couldn't really focus his thoughts for more than a moment. "We need to talk to Tipcloud and Willowstar about this. We can't let anyone else know before then. The only ones that know are you, Scarletclaw, — because she woke me, and she's my mate. Couldn't really tell her 'nothing' — Blazefire, and I. It should stay that way. It's too alarming to let anyone else know," the red tabby tom decided, with a nod. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶00:26, 11/11/2015

Blazefire glanced furtively around her before speaking in a hushed tone. " Scarletclaw, you have to be extra careful not to let anything slip about this conversation, alright? So, we've obviously all had a dream. What did your StarClan visitor say?" her green eyes were serious.
Gryffindor 00:52, November 11, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost flicked an ear, his gaze clouded with confusion. Lifting his head to gaze at Redcloud, he locked his gaze with hers. "Do you know of anyone else in the Clan that might of got the message?" he asked, cocking his head. sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 22:27, November 12, 2015 (UTC)

" Pebblefrost, I asked a question," Blazefire said, flicking her tail. " My dream said that two other Clanmates had been chosen... you and Redcloud. Anyway, what did your dreams say?"
Gryffindor 22:40, November 12, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost closed his eyes, remembering every word the StarClan she-cat had said. "..I was told that three cats from each Clan would be chosen to go on a journey to a safe haven," He began quietly, his gaze flooded with concern. "And that if we didn't, there would be... some kind of consequence." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 22:51, November 12, 2015 (UTC)

(redcloud is a guy lmao. also?? i'm gonna re-locate the group, if that's ok; if not, ignore the post, or delete that part lmao) Redcloud nodded his head to the entrance of the den. Perhaps we should talk about this near the nursery; those walls are thicker, more sound-blocking... And there's only one queen," he suggested. He assumed the others would agree so he headed out. He padded quickly and quietly across the camp, arriving at the nursery. He stood a few fox-lengths away from the den, just in case. The other three cats arrived shortly. Scarletclaw stood by Redcloud's side, her fur pressed against her mate's. As the deputy and other ginger warrior arrived, he spoke. "I remember everything the StarClan tom told me," he started, with a shudder. "The end to this land is coming, you and your two other Clanmates, along with three from the each of other Clans, shall follow the blue star at every night and dawn to the new land, the safe haven. Once you reach this home, you will look into the water and see the star shining directly above. Settle there or else..." he recalled. "But the dream cut off there," he added, looking at Scarletclaw. "I don't know if there was more. Scarletclaw woke me up." —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶01:06, 11/13/2015

"The prophecy mentions other Clans. FlameClan and DarkClan. We should tell Tipcloud and Willowstar, since we seem to all be in agreement about the prophecy... Meaning we have no clue what we're supposed to do about it. Maybe they will," the red tabby said. Redcloud looked over at Blazefire. "Do you agree?" he asked the she-cat. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶01:36, 11/13/2015

(it's k Fern. the moving thing i mean). Blazefire hesitated slightly. Stalling, she meowed: " So we all had the same dream. We're 'chosen' to go on some quest and follow some star. And as you pointed out, we're likely to be doing this journey with FlameClan and DarkClan. And we're supposed to find a new land... though I don't see what's wrong with this one..." deciding she'd rambled on enough, the tabby cut to the point. " Do we have to tell them now? I-I just need to think about it," she concluded lamely.
Gryffindor 01:47, November 13, 2015 (UTC)

Redcloud shook he head. "We need to all be in agreement when we tell Willowstar. So if you say not yet, it's not time. But we can't wait too long," he urged the she-cat. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶02:12, 11/13/2015

Ryewhisker walked into camp with a vole in her jaws. She hadn't been able to sleep for fear of Squire in her dreams. With a grunt she set the vole down and glanced up to see a few cats gathered, although she was indeed curious she knew not to be nosy.— Ryewhisker 16:57, November 13, 2015 (UTC)

" Yeah, I know..." Blazefire said to Redcloud. " It's just... things are going to fast. Could you excuse me for a second-" the ginger tabby made to walk away before turning around to face Pebblefrost. She frowned. " You know, it's cruel to stereotype DarkClan like that..." not in the mood for an exchange of disagreed opinions, she walked a few tail-lengths away and began to think.
Gryffindor 04:27, November 14, 2015 (UTC)

(readyyy?) Blazefire needed to just- get away. The tabby rose to her paws and trotted outside of camp, relishing in the sounds of nature. The sweet air, the silence... the tabby let out a sigh of happiness. She curled up under a holly bush and closed her eyes, sorting through the events of the day and getting her thoughts in order. Her eyes began to close.

But then they flew open.

A loud wailing had reached her ears. Blazefire stood upright, knocking her head on the bushes. She burst out and followed the noise, terror growing and growing... until the yowling stopped. Blazefire skidded to a halt, pulse steadying a bit. She was still worried, but more eager to return to her thoughts, still wary, she began to sort through her thoughts again when the howling began the second time...

This time it couldn't be ignored. Blazefire ran full-throttle towards the source, bursting through a hedge and shrieking in horror at what she saw. Pumapaw lay stretched on the ground, terrible disfigured with a fox standing over him. His eyes were rolled up and his young body still. Blazefire went numb. The second wailing had come from Lilacsong who had stumbled upon his body. The former kittypet howled in rage, eyes flashing, and went to avenge her Clanmate. As she sank her fangs into the fox's neck, the fox fell on her and snapped her neck. Within moments, three dead creatures lay upon the forest floor.

Blazefire was shaking, shaking in remorse and disbelief. How- how could they just die?!? The tabby let out a wail and crashed to the ground. Her fault, again! She was worthless! She should have done something, immersed in her thoughts, she had remained ignorant!
Gryffindor 01:15, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Waspflight, his body and pelt smeared with the blood of the fox and his own blood, rose to his paws once more, his eyes round with horror, and later fury as he glared at Blazefire, his hackles raising as he let out an enraged hiss. "You! You did nothing, you watched them die!" The silver tabby tom spat as his tail lashed, his eyes blazing like fire. "Murderer! You're no ScorchClan cat, you're a rogue, a lousy excuse of a cat! You should be banished, killed, suffer like them!" His legs shook, collapsing once more from his weakness, but his angry glare did not falter, it continued to burn into the ginger molly.Stormstar 01:21, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Blazefire's jaw opened and closed, no words came out. She made a strangled sobbing noise and sank down beside Pumapaw's body, looking at it as if she could make it come alive. " I..." she back away and ran towards camp.
Gryffindor 01:25, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

"Coward! Run away, be ashamed, be very ashamed for the deaths you caused!" Waspflight howled after the she-cat before lying himself down beside the deceased cats, exhausted.Stormstar 01:27, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Coward...!' the words hurt her more than anything. Blazefire didn't belong in ScorchClan, she'd failed them. How could she ever enter camp, knowing she'd failed? You have to make it up... a voice said. Emotionally blank for some odd reason, she forced herself to enter camp and approach the questing cats. " I-I think we should tell..." Blazefire said in a squeak.
Gryffindor 01:29, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost fluffed out his fur, his tail dragging on the ground. Where's Blazefire?.. I should probably wait for the others before I say anything about it to Willowstar and Tipcloud. Afterall, they won't believe the nonsense of it from just one cat.sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 17:00, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost flattened his ears, glancing at Blazefire and Willowstar. Blazefire looks like she just got attacked by a pack of foxes. Hopefully, that's not the case... Lifting his chin, he prowled over to Blazefire, his gaze clouded with concern. "Are you okay?" sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 17:10, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

She shook her head stubbornly. " It- all that matters is the quest. Redcloud, Pebblefrost and I all had a dream. In this dream, ancestors told us we had been chosen to go on a quest with three others from the other Clans and find some new land. We- we might have to leave."
Gryffindor 17:34, November 15, 2015 (UTC)

" You'll find out soon enough," she said bitterly. Adjusting her stance, the ginger warrior peered intently at Willowstar. " ... the quest matters more. We think you should discuss this with Tipcloud as well."
Gryffindor 00:42, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Rubblelegs grabbed a small mouse from the fresh kill pile~ Shorewillow

Ryewhisker glanced up to see Pebblefrost running after a she-cat. Did she read his feelings wrong the other day? Hurt filling her chest she growled at her own thoughts and headed out of camp. She didn't know if Squire was still there, but if he was she'd fight him. Standing tall she made her way to where he was the other day. His dark chuckle suddenly filling the air. Her body stiffened at the sound of it and she backed up now regretting leaving the safety of the camp. Squire's dark pelt barely seen in the shadows told Ryehwisker he only wanted one thing. Her dead. The mink molly frowned. "What do you want?" She asked in a quivering voice. The mollies tail curling around her paws, fear settling deep inside her gut. 'Where's your mate?" He questioned spitting out the word. "He's not my-" Squire lashed out screaming at her to be quiet. She jumped back as soon as his claws connected. "When I'm speaking you don't speak, understood?" He said coldly. Spitting, he sat. "Now where was I. Ah yes. Your mate." Squire thumped his thick tail on the ground grinning. "I'm not here to kill you." He said. "I'm here for a message for that tom." He said, not saying Pebblefrost's name. "Tell him if he ever interferes again. I'll end his life before he can even say help." HE snarled before disappearing. Ryehisker closed her eyes filling tears in the back of her throat. Jumping up she thought she'd race back to camp, but decided against it. She needed to clean the long scratch on her cheek. The mink she-cat headed ot a small stream where she found cobwebs on a few leaves quickly gathering them and washing out the wound she placed them over her scratch and began to cry. She'd never escape Squire and before she could even lift a paw he'd kill Pebblefrost.— Ryewhisker 14:44, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Redcloud stood on his hind legs and craned his neck, swaying a bit to keep his balance. He couldn't spot the other two cats that'd gotten the dream. He fell to all fours and figured they'd gone to the leader's den without him. He quickly made his way to the leader's den, catching Pebblefrost and Blazefire's scents as he neared the opening. He poked his head through the lichen curtain and entered, hoping the leader would forgive him for entering without an invitation. "...about it. Who else had this dream?" Willowstar said. (repeating ur post 'ver) Redcloud cleared his throat. "I did. Sorry for barging in without your approval, but this is very urgent," he said. "Has anyone gone to fetch Tipcloud yet?" he asked, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶20:31, 11/16/2015

Pebblefrost glanced over at Redcloud. "I heard that FlameClan and-" The battle-scarred lithe tom paused for a moment, a cold shiver crawling down her spine. "DarkClan," He sniffed apathetically, flicking an ear and allowing his gaze to drift far away from the other cats. "Have gotton the message as well. But I don't understand what they mean, nor do any other of us," He explained. "I'm also a bit worried about Ryewhisker... but that's a bit off topic, and I can discuss that with you later." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 23:09, November 16, 2015 (UTC)

Redcloud narrowed his eyes. The deputy seemed a bit too... unconcerned about the quest, and a bit more invested in Ryewhisker's wellbeing. "Shouldn't we keep our thoughts geared toward this prophecy?" he asked the grey deputy. He raised his paw, signaling he didn't want an answer. "I'm going to find Tipcloud. We need to figure this out, and it needs to be soon. The StarClan cat seemed... disturbingly urgent," he said, leaving the den.

Luckily, he didn't have to go far. The calico medicine cat was padding toward the leader's den. "Tipcloud!" Redcloud greeted. The she-cat looked up from her paws. "Eh? Oh, hello there Redcloud. I'm assuming you're finished with Willowstar?" she asked. Redcloud shook his head, with an urgent look in his eyes. "We've been visited by StarClan. It's best you come and discuss it with us," he said, waving his tail at her. Tipcloud narrowed her eyes. "Us?" she echoed. Redcloud nodded. "Pebblecloud, Blazefire, and I were visited. We're discussing it with Willowstar," he explained, guiding her into the leader's den. Tipcloud looked at the leader and the cats around her. "I heard there was a prophecy. What did it say?" she asked, getting straight to business. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶23:27, 11/16/2015

Blazefire had noticed Pebblefrost's interest in Ryewhisker and had narrowed her eyes. She also wasn't too happy with him or Willowstar for pressing for her to reveal her issues. The ginger warrior was still in great shock, disbelief, and pain, but she hid it. Dipping her head respectfully to Tipcloud, she said: " We had a dream in which a StarClan ancestor told us to follow a star and find a new land." Her voice was calm, but had a curious lilt to it as well.
Gryffindor 02:14, November 17, 2015 (UTC)

Tipcloud nodded. "DarkClan? Those mange-pelted seed-brains couldn't find their way out of a bush without killing something. Why would StarClan call on them?" she hissed. Her tail twitched irritably. "I'd like to hear the whole prophecy, please," the medicine cat requested, regaining her calm demeanor. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶02:49, 11/17/2015

Pebblefrost's gaze was darkened with deep shadowy concern. "The exact words that StarClan had sent us was that the end to this land is coming, you and your two other clanmates, along with three from the other clans, shall follow the blue star at every night and dawn to the new land, the safe haven. Once you reach this home, you will look into the water and see the star shining directly above. Settle there or else..." Pebblefrost paused, gazing up at Tipcloud in confusion. "They never finished the prophecy... But it seemed pretty important." Suddenly, Robinwing pelted into the den. "The end is coming?" He screeched, his voice loud and obnoxious. "Oh, greeat," He snarled sarcastically. "Finally after a moon of peace we once again get endless suffering. Thanks, StarClan." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 22:32, November 17, 2015 (UTC)

"Robinwing, get out." Willowstar's growl was harsh and brutal. "This has nothing to do with you. Get out, that's an order." She was angered by the tom interrupting an important meeting with her medicine cat and deputy, but she was also quite angry at the hotshot warrior for bursting in - haha, good job, now get out, before I make you. Her eyes were aimed at Robinwing, those exact thoughts being retold in her glare.
"I hopeyou understand.I wantto understand.I'msorry."-Peridot, Steven Universe 22:38, November 17, 2015 (UTC)

Tipcloud lashed out at the warrior, hitting him harshly on the nose. "You fool! Have you no clue how to mind you own damn business?" she hissed, fluffing her fur up and stretching her legs so she loomed over Robinwing. "If you don't keep your mouth shut about whatever you heard about this, I will make sure your next meal is stuffed with deathberries," she warned, bearing her sharp teeth. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶22:40, 11/17/2015

Blazefire, ever the peacemaker, hurtled in front of Tipcloud and gently pushed the medicine cat back. " Easy there. Let's not fight," she begged. The ginger warrior then turned to Robinwing. "... she's right. You can't just barge in on our meeting. This is important and..." she thrust her muzzle forwards, green eyes intense. " You had better not breathe a word of this to anyone'? Understand? Otherwise, you needn't worry about the end.... I'll make sure of that." After this, the ginger warrior turned back casually to the group as though nothing had happened. " Pebblefrost pretty much covered it all. So, Tipcloud... what do you think?"
Gryffindor 00:28, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

Tipcloud continued glaring at the warrior that interrupted them, her fur still fluffed up. "I think we should prepare right away," the tortoiseshell said. "StarClan was actually pretty clear for once. I should go to the other Clans... DarkClan included... and see if anything's been decided there. I hate this as much as you do," she said, noticing the three cats look of disapproval at the mention of DarkClan. (i can assume this?? bc theyve all stated their hatred for dc. if not, remove this) Tipcloud looked at Willowstar. "What say you? I'll have to go alone, obviously. I'm not sure you'd be ok with that. But I've been trained to fight - I was a warrior once, mind you - so if DarkClan causes trouble while I'm there, I'm sure I can handle it," the confident she-cat meowed. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶00:42, 11/18/2015

Robenwing's gaze shone with amusement, and he trotted out, snorting. Mousebrains.. Meanwhile, Pebblefrost sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws. "I'll come with you, Tipcloud," He meowed, his gaze flickering back and forth. "I'm not letting you go out there alone. Especially if you don't know how to fight properly." sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 00:50, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

Tipcloud glared at the deputy. "I was a warrior. I trained as a warrior before this jerk of a StarClan cat chose me as the new medicine cat. Now I could kill you in multiple ways; I could gut you, I could kill you with too much of one herb... Those DarkClan mange-pelts can pick their poison," she said, her eyes flashing. —jem 🎶 never trust the pantaloon 🎶00:57, 11/18/2015

Blazefire wasn't impressed by the show of bravado and exchange of killing skills. Mildly annoyed with the way the conversation was turning, she said: " Then if you want to contact DarkClan, go ahead. I can go to FlameClan and talk to their medicine cat, if you'd wish. Also..." she trailed off with a slightly blunt look at Tipcloud. " DarkClan like to provoke. You've got a temper, so don't respond to their petty insults 'cause then you'll get roped into a fight."
Gryffindor 01:36, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

"If I went to FlameClan, they'd probably think of a private meeting." Willowstar thought for a moment. "Blazefire," she proceeded, "come with me to FlameClan. It's better to hold a meeting with one of the questing cats as well." She turned her head to her deputy. "In the meantime, Pebblefrost, you're in charge while I'm gone."
"I hopeyou understand.I wantto understand.I'msorry."-Peridot, Steven Universe 01:59, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

" Are you sure you want to make such a big entrance, Willowstar?" the tabby said quietly, stomach squirming for another reason. Stormstar. He was there. She was still mad, but she still ached for his friendship.
Gryffindor 02:02, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

" If you say so," Blazefire said, dipping her head. " Let's wait for Tipcloud before we leave." She was so overwhelmed by everything that'd happened today. Were they really going to have to move? What was going to happen on this quest? Would the DarkClan cats be friendly... enough? Her head swam with thoughts and suddenly she felt exhausted.
Gryffindor 02:19, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

Wispheart and Cinderfire returned to camp, prey abundant in the two cats' jaws as they set their catches on the fresh-kill pile. --Themindisjustacomplicatedmachine 04:55, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

Pebblefrost nodded, his tail-tip flicking as he watched the two cats leave camp. I guess I'll just talk to you about Squire later.. He thought, his gaze fixed on his paws as he slowly lifted it towards Willowstar's direction. ...But it better be soon. Squire is a threat not only to Ryewhisker and I, but the whole Clan as well, and at the least, he might be planning attack as we speak..sticks and stones may break my bonesbut words just might kill me. 23:26, November 18, 2015 (UTC)

(Tiggerheart is back in business (Flame says so so if you want to argue go to her, not me, macho)) Tigerheart longed for the beauty of Scorchclaw (meesa talkin bout tha right kitty, right?). Things never happen the same way twice. 19:09, November 20, 2015 (UTC)

(Scorchflame ;D) Scorchflame watched Alderkit play with Smokeash, the gray-and-ginger cat purring as she watched her nephew bat a mossball to his father. He's going to be an apprentice in a half-moon... not too far now, isn't he...? --Themindisjustacomplicatedmachine 21:29, November 20, 2015 (UTC)